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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.