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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.