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 Grenada 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Smog,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.