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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.