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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.