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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.