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 Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.