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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.