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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.