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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.