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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.