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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.