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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.