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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.