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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.