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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.