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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.