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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.