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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.