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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.