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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.