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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.