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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.