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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.