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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
MC5,
10cc,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.