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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Whodini to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
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.