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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.