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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.