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 Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.