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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.