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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.