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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.