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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.