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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.