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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.