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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.