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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.