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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.