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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.