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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.