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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.