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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.