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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.