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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.