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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.