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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.