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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.