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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.