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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Kayak,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.