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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.