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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.