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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.