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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
the Association,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.