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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.