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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
the Association,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.