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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.