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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.