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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.