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 Panama 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.