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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.