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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Japan,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.