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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.