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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Monks,
Mars,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.