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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Pole,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
June Days,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.