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 France and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Television,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.