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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.