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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
UT,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.