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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Q65,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.