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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.