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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Unwound,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.