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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.