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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.