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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.