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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.