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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.