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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.