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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Roxette,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Darondo,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.