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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.