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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.