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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.