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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.