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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.