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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Can,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.