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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.