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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.