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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Can,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.