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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
a-ha,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.