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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.