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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Wire,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.