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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
The Evens,
Motorama,
The Sound,
the Human League,
John Cale,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.