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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.