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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 crunk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.