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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Suicide,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.