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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.