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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.