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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.