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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.