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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Suicide,
June Days,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.