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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.