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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.