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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.