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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.