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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.