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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.