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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.