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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.