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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.