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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.