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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.