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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.