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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.