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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.