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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.