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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.