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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.