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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.