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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.