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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.