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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.