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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Monks,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.