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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.