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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.