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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.