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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
CMW,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.