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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.