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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
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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.