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 London.
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 Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Monks,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.