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 Afghanistan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.