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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.