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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Sparks,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.