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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.