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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
MC5,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.