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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.