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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Swans,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
MDC,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.