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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.