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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.