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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 organ 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.