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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 clarinet 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.