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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.