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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.