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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.