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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.