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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
June Days,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.