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 Argentina and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.