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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.