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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.