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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.