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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.