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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.