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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.