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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.