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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.