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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.