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 Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.