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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.