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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.