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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.