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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.