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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.