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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.