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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.