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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.