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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.