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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.