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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.