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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.