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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 One Last Wish 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.