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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
New Order,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.