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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.