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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Rakim,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.