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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Moebius,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
UT,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.