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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.