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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
The Index,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.