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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
UT,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.