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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.