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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.