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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Magma,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.