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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.