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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.