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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.