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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Index,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.