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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.