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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Wings,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.