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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Index,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.