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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.