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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.