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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Television,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.