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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.