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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.