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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.