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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.