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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.