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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.