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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
JFA,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.