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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Moebius,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.