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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.