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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.