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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.