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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.