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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.