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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.