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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.