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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Slave,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.