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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.