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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.