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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.