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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.