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 China and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.