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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.