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 Libya and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.