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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.