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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.