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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.