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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.