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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.