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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Wings to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.