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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.