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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.