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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.