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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.