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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.