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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Lyres,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.