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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.