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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.