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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.