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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.