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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.