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-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.