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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.