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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.