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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Sparks,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.