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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
MDC,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.