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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s 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 The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.