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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.