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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
DNA,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.