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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Litter,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.