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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.