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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.