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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.