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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.