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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Bluetip,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.