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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.