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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.