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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.