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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.