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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.