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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.