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 China and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.