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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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 Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.