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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Television,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.