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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.