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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.