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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
X-101,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.