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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.