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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.