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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.