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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.