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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.