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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.