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 Vietnam 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
the Association,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.