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 Libya and from Accra.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.