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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.