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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.