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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
ABC,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Index,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.