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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.