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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.