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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.