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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.