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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.