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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.