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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.