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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Organ,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.