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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Organ,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.