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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.