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 Syria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.