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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.