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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.