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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.