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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.