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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.