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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.