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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.