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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.