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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.