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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 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 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.