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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.