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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Zapp,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.