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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.