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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.