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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.