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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.