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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.