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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.