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 Czech Republic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.