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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.