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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.