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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.