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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.