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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Television,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Pole,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.