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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Slits,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.