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 India and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.