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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Organ,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.