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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.