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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.