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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.