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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.