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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.