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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
OOIOO,
UT,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.