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 Hungary and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.