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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.