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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.