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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
cv313,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.