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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.