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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
ABBA,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.