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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
MC5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.