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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.