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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Visage,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.