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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.