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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.