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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.