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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
ABBA,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.