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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.