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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Television,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.