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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
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The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
the Normal,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.