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 Turkey and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
PIL,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Pole,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.