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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.