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 Solomon Islands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.