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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.