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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.