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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.