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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.