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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Victims,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.