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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.