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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.