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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Popol Vuh 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.