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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.