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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Organ,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.