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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.