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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.