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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.