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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.