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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.