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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.