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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.