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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.