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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.