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 Botswana and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.