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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.