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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.