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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.