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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.