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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.