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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.