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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.