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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.