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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
UT,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.