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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Gong,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.