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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.