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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.