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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Names,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Index,
X-102,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.