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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.