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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.