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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.