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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.