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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.