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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.