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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.