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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.