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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.