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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Japan,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.