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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
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.