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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.