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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.