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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.