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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.