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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.