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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Index,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.