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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.