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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.