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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.