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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.