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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.