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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.