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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.