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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.