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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.