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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.