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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.