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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Flipper to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Index,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Move,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.