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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Cluster,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.