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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
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Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.