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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.