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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.