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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose 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?
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Can,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.