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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.