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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.