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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.