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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Index,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.