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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.