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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.