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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Scion,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.