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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.