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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.