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 Guinea 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.