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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.