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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.