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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
UT,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.