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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.