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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.