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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.