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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.