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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.