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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.