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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.