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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.