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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.