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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.