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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.