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 China and from Tehran.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.