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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.