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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.