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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.