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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.