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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.