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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.