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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.