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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Unwound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.