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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Organ,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.