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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.