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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.