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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.