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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.