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 Japan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.