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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.