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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.