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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.