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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Unwound,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
June of 44,
Q65,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.