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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.