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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.