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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.