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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Can,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.