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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.