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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
ABBA,
Visage,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.