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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Martian,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.