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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.