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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.