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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 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 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 Visage to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.