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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.