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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.