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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.