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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.