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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.