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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.