Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.