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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.