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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.