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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.