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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.