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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.