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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.