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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.