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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.