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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Visage,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.