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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.