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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.