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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.