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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.