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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bronski Beat to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.