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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Monks to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.