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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Swans,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Kayak,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.