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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.