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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Jandek,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.