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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.