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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.