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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.