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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Index,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.