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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.