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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Magma,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.