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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.