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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Darondo,
ABC,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.