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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.