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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.