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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.