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 Estonia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The Motions,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.