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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.