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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.