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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Index,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.