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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.