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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.