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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.