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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.