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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.