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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
10cc,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.