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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.