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 Zambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.