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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.