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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
UT,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Can,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.