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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.