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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.