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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
UT,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.