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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.