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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.