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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.