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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.