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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.