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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.