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 Japan 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.