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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.