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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.