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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.