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 Somalia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.