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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.